The Pen Is Mightier Than The Sword discussion

This game helps you work in character development. You start with a person and you add things about their life until they are completely developed.

Jake was in the 10th grade

He was gay and had been tormented all his life by idiots.

It drove him crazy day in and day out

He had come out in the 8th grade and now regretted it. He had never attempted suicide but had considered it.

He had one friend though.

That friend had helped him through so much. His parents knew he was gay and they weren't very accepting.

He sometimes stayed with his one friend for days when his parents were giving him a hard time

((you really think I'm a guy? :P no I'm the nerdy girl with glasses and blue hair in my pic xD))

Jake wrote poetry and played guitar to ease his suffering and it helped greatly.

((with a name like joe and both genders in ur profile pic I couldn't be sure. AWKWARD!))

He never shared his poems with anyone but he wished he could

((joe is a nickname of mine xD lol it's ok))

He was very nice and had a crush on this one boy. His name was Nick and he thought he actually nity be gay but he couldn't be sure.

Nick was very smart and had once talked to Jake

((sorry :p))

((it's fine ^_^))

Jake could hardly speak and just smiled at him really. He had asked about where te lunch room was, he was a transfer from England.

Jake thought that was awesome

Jake was a very quiet but smart boy.

He liked to write his trials down in a journal

He had need shown this journal to anyone though his friend knew about it.

He was very responsible when it came to his younger sister.

She was only six

And she was blind(aww this is just sad!)

He read to her every night.

And helped her in every phase of her life

That he could be in of course, seeing as his parents don't agree with, "his way of life." They almost threw him out on a few occasions but he sunk in to say goodnight to his sister before going to his friend's house.

He wanted to run away with her

But he didn't know where the could go seeing as he wasn't legal yet.but that didn't discourage him,

One more year and then they could run away and not have to deal with his parents. He had a job and a car as well as a license. He was basically living on his own.

One year, that was all.

He had a countdown on his calendar. he fantasized what his parents would say when they found him gone

He could almost imagine them celebrating his absence.

He smiled at the thought of finally getting a pet. He loved animals but his parents never allowed him to have one.

He would want a nice little puppy

A big German Shepard that could protect him and his sister, and a friend that would never judge him

(oh sorry a little dog? :O)

(doesn't matter)

And when he ran away he maybe could find another boy he liked

Someone who had never even heard of his little town

And didn't make fun of his sisters blindness

Someone who could accept him for who he was, and not the debilitating stereotype

And Jake dreamed about it every day.

He even wrote a song for his guitar, and sang it under his breath when people glared at him or made fun of him

Jake lay away each and every penny he worked hard to get for his sister's treatment.(anybody feeling emotional?)

(me this is really sad)
He knew that one day it would all turn out well.

He worked at a small bookstore off main street, which was owned by Mr. Haywood, his one real friend. When things got bad at home, Mr. Haywood let him sleep in the bookshop, claiming he was the night guard with a wink and a smile.

Those nights, he liked the smell of the old paperbacks around the crowded little room.

He felt instantly safe and comfortable in cozy shop, and he liked it much better than his own room. But his sister always got scared when he was gone, convinced he had left, so he tried not to do it too often

He had always wanted to ask the store owner of he could bring her too, but he was too scared

Mr. Haywood was his only friend, and he didn't want to mess that up

In school one day, he wanted to change something

He decided that he was done being ashamed for being gay. Now, if anyone laughed at him, he would just smile and move on

And at first it was working

But it wasn't exactly easy, smiling at the snickering faces. After a while, it just made him even more miserable

He slept at the bookstore that night